"In a resultant sense, I doubt I understand the reason I've been napped, in the middle of documenting some important research. Let alone in the Purple Mage tower, Your grace." Feng Jie explained.
"If I hadn't napped you, Aria(the princess) would've killed you. I couldn't let my younger brother Khan lead upon a rage again, after last time." A Yin explained, "Naturally I protected you, also your a rather useful person. Mother likes you, so I don't mind keeping you around."
"You and Madam are more alike than anything else, your grace and that truly scares me from the core down." Feng Jie spoke.
"Khan seemed rather surprised when you got sick, knowing how careful you are." A Yin remarked, "There's something you didn't tell him did you?"
"Poison." Feng Jie replied, "It was hardly effective against me, but if I didn't show any effects—the shadow guard would've been suspicious."
"Shadow guard?" A Yin inquired.
"Church of Light ruled neutrally by the Grand Pope, Alexia the Fourth." Feng Jie explained, "They want his highness dead, likely because of me. To them, I'm a cursed being who should've never been born upon this earth—in saving me, made his highness a target. They've been existing since the first heavenly emperor ruled the realm of the heavens, Yu Di."
"A straight face as always." A Yin said, "But ever so good at explaining things. I see, it looks like they have made you a target, red eyes—I've been looking and only a few records pertain, the last record of someone having red eyes was Lord Vladimir Parton. Possibly you and he are kin, it said he was burned by the church and his wife and thirteen children were never recovered but said to move with the nomadic tribe to live."
"Your grace, Church of Light likely won't like you either. To them, magic is only should be used in a blessing commanded by the gods and not for free human use. Ironic considering most gods blessed their half-blood children and that's how magic became common." Feng Jie explained.
"Feng Jie. As ever indulge as you are." A Yin spoke, "They can't touch me even if they wanted to, after all—I'm not some mere mage."
"Ah, Your grace." Feng Jie remarked, "I didn't think it would see this form again."
"So, tea or cake?" A Yin inquired.
"Cake please." Feng Jie replied.